I heard that devil buzzing
as I lay in the dark
I wondered where it would land
or would it leave a mark.
When I heard it coming closer
I sat up in the bed
and flayed my arms in the air
and slapped my hubby's head.
I chased it in the dakness
staved my toe on the door
then came the sound of hubby
and he began to roar.
Now his words were none too pleasent
rather crude one say
then that flipping buzzing thing
seemed to have gone away.
I did my best to appologise
but he just huffed and puffed
and then came that buzzing sound
I really had just enough.
I swung left, right and centre
missing everytime
fearing to wake my hubby
I cursed that mosquito all in mime.
After two hours
I was about to close my eyes
giving into defeat
god loves the girl who tries.
Then the buzzing it had stopped
just above my head
I swiped it with my book
and thought that devil dead.
So I fell into a deep sleep
and woke in disaray
that bloody dying mosquito
must have sent for his calvery.
I had bites the size of pool balls
one on the tip of my nose
another on my cheek
and other places i'll not disclose.
now i sleep in a wet suit
wear socks and wooly gloves
hubby is in the spare room
no longer in the mood for love.
So my quest's to squash mosquito's
with them I'll never win
the trouble is their breeding
because each of them have a twin.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Poor hubby for watching her beloved with those reddish bites. A good funny poem.
